I have noticed, recently, that a few well-established blogs are going about somewhat of a transformation – namely – they are changing their name and twitter handle etc. The key reason behind this seems to be that the blog name no longer reflects who they are or what they write about. Brave move. Stupid move? [click here to read more]
I saw his photo weeks ago. He looked nice. Groomed. Professional.
Today, I knocked at his door. He led me upstairs and he nodded for me to sit. We chatted. I told him some of my untold secrets about my life, my body, my needs. He just listened.
Then he asked me to remove my top and sit on the bed. I did so. He looked at me; hands slid over my face, my neck.
Then he said, ‘Just lay face down on the bed’.
I did so, aware of my exposed torso, his hands all over my body, pushing me down.
He asked me to turn over. I did. He said he would mostly be behind me and I should just relax. It would take about 20 minutes.
I put on my top, paid him and left.
I am sore.
But that’s what you get when you go to the osteopath.